You know, there are good days and there are bad days. This is an I-Don't-Know day. What kindda day is that, you ask? Well, I Don't Know. So there.

Ha.

Ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

Crap. Bored out of my skin, that's what I am, trying desperately hard to squeeze life out of phonetics and argumentations. English sometimes can be even more foreign than Yiddish. Mostly, that happens the minute I'm supposed to use it in an academic sense. I usually have no problems with my grammar until my tuition kids asks me something, after which I suddenly don't know what the hell is the correct way of saying it. And I usually have no problems with my pronunciation or the way I like to articulate my argument, till Dr A, my lecturer, asks me why I choose this method of argumentation over another, and to name me the apparent fallacies in my own argument. Bloody hell, if I had KNOWN what the fallacies were, why the hell would I have believed in that argument? You'd think someone with that much studying under her belt would have knwon the meaning of the term "blind spot". But nnnooooo.... not so.

Wonder if the after effects of my fever, but I'm feeling decidedly waspish today, and irritable. Also feeling really err... there's no equivalent to the word "sian". Expresses a whole range of words within. So there I go. This blog is turning out into the perfect whine page man... I come on and feel sorry for myself for no apparent reason, then try my hardest to go back to study. Then once I start studying, I suddenly remember why I'm feeling so sorry for myself.

Turn back the clock. Yeah, its one of those days. If I could turn back the clock 4 yrs... Just 4 yrs... 4 ruddy years that could well now cost me the rest of my life. When the hell did 4 yrs have the power to do that? How can screwing up for 4 yrs screw me up for life? All of a sudden, the world I live in seems so unforgiving.

You know what, just turn it back 26 yrs. Then make sure my parents weren't horny enough to have given birth to me. Mebbe that's a better solution, if we could turn back the clock to begin with.

Shit. Need to feel less irritable.

Happy thoughts, Peng.

Raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens...

Rotten tomatoes and newly culled chickens...

Oops. Got away there for a while.

Grins.